maturity

My husband and I got married about three years ago - I adore him. But the longer we're together, the more I feel like I'm parenting my husband.

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To be honest, I consider myself pretty damn good at adulting. I’m a great cook, as long as I have a recipe. I’m a self-taught professional baker.

The other day I was having a conversation with one of my girlfriends about the difference between gossip and having an intentional conversation with a trusted friend while seeking feedback about an issue with a third party. This is what we concluded.

I'm 23 years old, I don’t want children, and every elder who discovers this feels compelled to tell me how wrong I am about my own feelings.

Those who would find themselves genuinely excited about simple, fun things are often written off as losers with nothing better to do, while the jaded pat themselves on the back for how mature and intelligent they so obviously are. However, the longer you look at it, the more you begin to notice that it’s quite the opposite.